( her mouth is a bit preoccupied with the cubes of melon she continues to pop in, so kimberly only nods in agreement to the idea of making a joint trip to dinah's. she's not opposed to meals — or anything else, really, come to think of it — with trini. why would she be? they're friends.

when said melon is finally cleared and a sip of water to flush away the lingering sweetness is done, kimberly pipes back up again. ) We can, yeah. There's a bunch of places around here that are really good. ( a small quirk at the corner of her mouth, and she adds: ) Maybe we can go to Glazed. It's not exactly Krispy Kreme, but it's pretty close.

( because a donut shop trip where you playfully fight over the last bite of a strawberry-glazed donut isn't just the kind of thing you do with your boyfriend, folks. it's also where you train your hand-eye coordination with your then-teammate and now current friend, and where you welcome them into a new multiverse too. what a combo. )

Maybe you could work there.. you'd smuggle me a few every now and then, right?